Little Prisoners from the Daytona 500

The Daytona 500 was yesterday.  More importantly, my parents' annual Daytona 500 Party was yesterday.  The bleachers went up, the beer was chillin' on the patio, and a whole lot of food was prepared.  Wrecks and I spent the entire weekend at my parents' house, so that I could also be there for the airing of the Chili Bowl on SPEED, which didn't happen until midnight on Saturday because of the rained-out truck race.

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"That's Jane's problem" is now an accepted answer to pretty much any question related to marketing of a race team or driver.

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I got fired by a driver for the following sentence:  "I'm going to Brooke Gordon the hell out of you".  I've yet to clarify if I meant it in the "I'm going to cut your mini-mullet and wax your eyebrows" context or the "I'm going to take you to the cleaners in our eventual divorce" context. 

Or, you know.  Both.

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DuMom spent a lot of time talking about her 7 car midget team for next year's Chili Bowl.  She made a drunken promise at the Village Inn at 3 am in Tulsa that she was going to spend the rest of the year playing the lottery, and when she won big, she'd provide a midget for every driver that was at the table and a couple that weren't.

I made her do a quick audit yesterday because I was convinced that one driver had been counted twice (it's not my fault that I didn't know that "Ryan" and "Skeeter" were the same person).  But Mom had her numbers right.  At least her number of drivers.  We have yet to see if she has her lotto numbers right.

I'm also a little peeved at her.  I told every one of her drivers that his particular car number was chosen as the PowerBall and she blew my story.  She just doesn't know how to boost morale.

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Wrecks was a big hit at the party.  He spent a lot of time cuddling with new friends, and being fed all manner of table scraps, because he's just so darn cute.  Also because his legs were trapped by his new Snuggie.  Oh yeah, they make Snuggies for dogs. 

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I got beat in arm wrestling by a midget driver.  I'm going to start P90x Doubles today.  Unacceptable.

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The hole in the track and the patching delays?  The dirt track drivers in the room were not impressed.  "Race around it!" was the battle cry. 

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I have a pretty crazy week on schedule, so I'm not sure if I'll be able to finish the 6 or 7 drafts I have going for this site, which pains me, because (SHOCKINGLY) I have a lot to say right now.  But Jan Opperman, Rebel Paparazzo and I have a date tomorrow night with some shiny new race cars, and I have a list of lists that I need to pound out pretty quickly before I get fired for offenses other than eyebrow waxing.

How are you all doing?